Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Can,
Roxette,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.